Today was the first day of the season where the highs/lows were actually seasonal. 57° overnight low, 70° high. Beautiful! Although catfish are supposed to slow down and effectively hibernate when water temps drop below 61°, I’ve caught them in October before, even November, so I figured I’d give it a shot.
Today was the first excellent Solunar day since Princey’s passing, so in honor of him I decided to try going for the catfish I like to call “General Sherman”.
For years now my fuzzy little fishing buddy and I would go on weekly trips to the lake or pond and “catch the feesh” as I would tell him, and he would get all excited, dance around and start whimpering. He loved going fishing, even if it just meant dangling there from my chest harness and sleep while I caught the fish. He just loved to be there.
It’s been a hot and rainy summer, and with my fuzzy little fishing buddy’s health slowly getting worse my opportunities to go fishing in the mornings are limited.
The overnight temperature is finally warm enough for me to go fishing in the morning, so my fuzzy little fishing buddy and I started this year’s regular trips with a trek to Evelyn Hallman.